On the way back from a yearly guilty pleasure, attending Bayfield WI annual Apple Fest. After a few hours at the fest, stuffed with apple brats, apple beer, apple desert, apple this, apple that, an actual bab of apples and of course a gallon of apple citer, we stopped along the south shore of lake superior on our way back to Duluth.. We timed it perfectly with just enough time to scope out a few nice set-ups. The wavs were just barely breaking, but enough to play around with some long exposures if nothing else. Luckily the longer we stayed, the better and more intense the sunset bacame

On the way back from a yearly guilty pleasure, attending Bayfield WI annual Apple Fest. After a few hours at the fest, stuffed with apple brats, apple beer, apple desert, apple this, apple that, an actual bab of apples and of course a gallon of apple citer, we stopped along the south shore of lake superior on our way back to Duluth.. We timed it perfectly with just enough time to scope out a few nice set-ups. I came across this old tree trunk, weather away, and was amazed at how colorful it was, and as the sun began to set, and wash the south shore with shakes of orange and purple hues. You could feel Fall and winter coming in the air, but at least we got one moreincredible sunset before the snow begins to comer up everything for the year.

Once a year, near the beginning of fall, those of us that live near lake superior are gifted with the amazing sight of a full harvest moon peeking up over the horizon. This image was quite tricky to get right, but after about 50 tries I ended up really liking this one.

The sun rises over Lake Superior, casting the days first light onto one of the many boulders amidst the crashing waves of Brighton Beach.

This was another one of those sunrises over lake superior we around this area are spoiled with, if you can manage to get up in time. One of the great things about Brighton beach and so many other spots along the north shore is no matter how many times you walk along the rocky shore, there is always a new rock you hadn't seen before, a new composition you never thought of, the waves big, the waves small, crashing or still. The change is constant and unrelenting, as is our daily lives, yet change often feels like the hardest thing to deal with in life...I've certainly struggled with accepting the constant barrage of change and transition that we all inevitably go through, as I'm sure we all have from time to time. Every time, however, I venture out on a cold morning or night to watch such as scene as this unfold, I remind myself to take a queue from this great big wonderful world and let the change wash in, swiftly crash or slowly drift in. Be inspired and go with the flow as they say, and let each day unfold the wonder in a new way.

The Day After

The day after a particularly nasty winter storm in Dec. of 2012, I decided to down to Canal Park to see the aftermath. I had missed to incredible waves of the day before, but instead I was greeted with an eerily calm day. As the snow melted from the storm, perfectly still puddles formed along the pier granting reflections in every direction you looked, yet the most curious part was that the storm had somehow formed and deposited thousands and thousands round, polished smooth ice balls big and small. The entire shore lined with them as if Calvin and Hobbes themselves spent all night stacking piles upon piles of snowball fight fodder.